Some people appeared from nowhere in the cul-de-sac and gathered round Macabéa. They just stood there doing nothing just as people had always done nothing to help her; except that these people peered at her and this gave her an existence. (5.428)
Get out the hankies, because this is really depressing. Macabéa is alone in death as she is in life. There's no community, no companionship, nothing but absolute, total isolation. Thanks for the uplift, Clarice.